Post by Dunrok on Mar 18, 2010 20:05:26 GMT -5
"Draen, Draen is that you? Don't you remember me little brother?" I asked as I looked apon the undead who wore my brothers skin.
"I have no name... I am the Angel of Chaos", He replied to me in an ethral haunting voice. The once very tanned flesh of his face almost translucent white with a tinge of blue. Something I could see even with the shadows cused by his cowel.
Death had been kinder to him than the Forsaken I supposed. He held no rot on the parts I could see, and all the scars on his bare arms and the one he once had on his chin were gone completly. The only one to remain at the hollow of his throat where the hook of a dieing abomination had taken his life as he tried to save a soldier.
He was more muscular than I rememberd to. Draen had always been frail as a priest, working his mind more than his body. And i have to admit, he looked good with those wirey corded muscles.
"Draen please, you don't have to do this. Remember brother you were a high elf once, you spent your life saveing others you don't have to kill.", I pleaded with him looking into his cold blue eyes, and for a moment I thought I saw a spark of who he once was shame at what he was now. But then t was gone.
"DEATH KNIGHT WHAT'S TAKEING SO LONG IN THERE?!?", roared the voice of who I assumed to be his commander. Then i saw it for real as he pulled back his hood so I could see the sharp features I knew so well clearly. His eyes pained and this lips pressed together. A single tear rolled down the right side of his cheek as he whisperd to me, "I'm sorry Rym" and took my life.
"I have no name... I am the Angel of Chaos", He replied to me in an ethral haunting voice. The once very tanned flesh of his face almost translucent white with a tinge of blue. Something I could see even with the shadows cused by his cowel.
Death had been kinder to him than the Forsaken I supposed. He held no rot on the parts I could see, and all the scars on his bare arms and the one he once had on his chin were gone completly. The only one to remain at the hollow of his throat where the hook of a dieing abomination had taken his life as he tried to save a soldier.
He was more muscular than I rememberd to. Draen had always been frail as a priest, working his mind more than his body. And i have to admit, he looked good with those wirey corded muscles.
"Draen please, you don't have to do this. Remember brother you were a high elf once, you spent your life saveing others you don't have to kill.", I pleaded with him looking into his cold blue eyes, and for a moment I thought I saw a spark of who he once was shame at what he was now. But then t was gone.
"DEATH KNIGHT WHAT'S TAKEING SO LONG IN THERE?!?", roared the voice of who I assumed to be his commander. Then i saw it for real as he pulled back his hood so I could see the sharp features I knew so well clearly. His eyes pained and this lips pressed together. A single tear rolled down the right side of his cheek as he whisperd to me, "I'm sorry Rym" and took my life.
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